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Are there any among us

Who have not felt

Pride or lust or greed?

Sure!

So  why do I so much

About my own sin

Beat myself up and bleed?

 

Yes, I too am nothing

Without my human faults and needs;

But I cannot too much to that weakness

Cater, coddle or feed.

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Too much!

Too fast!

Spring is telling me that I am old.

 

Everything is moving too fast;

Too much life,

More than I can hold;

And the young I find about me

Are too alive,

Too fresh and bold.

 

So I hang on

More to winter;

To the barren,

To the homebound,

To the cold.

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FEAR OF LOVE

My greatest fear is

That I would lose the love that

Gives me my sense of myself.

 

But who am I?

 

Am I not really only that love

Which I fear losing?

And if so, yes.

How can I be possessive of it?

It is God!

 

God is love.

God is free.

Love is free.

 

It cannot be held.

It cannot be lost.

It is always there.

 

And if it tells me who I am

Then I am free and

I am in God.

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It is 5 o’clock in the morning

What will another day bring?

Surely, Christ is the same

Come what may;

Me?

I am broken;

Just as the night breaks the day.

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Self discipline is wonderful!

It gives me a sense of control;

But I would rather think

I am simply a fool and

God has me by the seat of my soul.

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I need a song to sing in the morning;

I need an hymn to chant at night;

I need a God of a million excuses

To help me feel that I am doing all right.

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